Guilty As Sin

Oh geez, I've been absent from here for, what?, a week?...more? I think this is the longest hiatus I've taken in blogging in the almost-three years I've been doing this. I wish I could say it's because I've been so busy with all the crazy post-New York Time article goings-on, or because I've been staying up late with a sexy bearded gentleman whose saucy attitude and hilarious sarcasm give me stomach aches from laughing so hard (but between you and me, I have and he does), but boringly, it's mostly because I've been feeling unmotivated and lazy.

Shocking, I know: bloggers sometime lead less than post-worthy lives...or at least the stuff they're unwilling to share on their blogs (see: details about said late nights with sexy bearded gentlemen) are sometimes not post-worthy.

Until I'm ready to dish about my love life, and until there's something regarding the post-Time's excitement worthy of reporting, how about some Friday Faff?! (patented by the lovely Hillary With Two L's)

Guilty Pleasures!

It's not even that I particularly like fast food, although I have been known to consume a Big Mac with unadulterated glee once in a blue moon, but western bacon cheeseburgers from Carl's Jr. have been like crack to me since I was a skinny little girl. Yes, I feel absolutely ill moments after wolfing one, but oh man, they taste so fucking good.

I'm a connoisseur of napping. I have a ton of specifics when it comes to my idea of a perfect nap (lighting, clothing, time of day, length of nap, proximity of cats, etc.), but I'll gladly settle for a less than ideal nap just to get a few minutes of dreaming in (I've taken a nap in the Louvre, in the back seat of my car, in an abandoned conference room at my office, at a party (see above), and with stranger's cats).

There was a particularly rainy, unemployed winter spent in San Francisco where I did nothing but eat Cream of Wheat every morning, and watch multiple Tivo'd episodes of this show. It was pure heaven. Just watch the theme song, if you don't believe me.

Beer...and I have the hips to prove it. *Sigh*

I know you hate her. Everyone hates her. But in the beginning, this show taught me how to cook. If you don't believe me, make her chili.

Videos of buildings collapsing. Yeah, I have no idea where this comes from, although I do remember this amazing fort I made in pre school, and the asshole kid that knocked it down. Perhaps it stems from that experience? Also, perhaps I need to let some shit go?

Cold Case Files - or really, any real-life forensic show (also see: First 48, American Justice). I could watch this shit all day.

Dudes with beards. *Sigh*...alright, fine. Here's a peek of The Dude in the form of an debaucherious and strange Night Before New Years Eve party photo:

Edit: I got nervous and changed my mind. Sorry!

Okay, your turn! Tell me your guilty pleasures, my dears.

xo